Overstrand to Paston

I wandered, this night.
And now the whispered charm of starlit seas is long, long gone.

Wild and winded, seagulls soar o’er the lost out crop of furrowed fields;
The cliff is no more.

I am the clod.
Sodden.

Yes, I shake my fist at those flinted towers, a pilgrim making ramsons tremble.

I wondered, this night, where have Paston’s pilgrims gone?

#26Steps O-P  |  Overstrand to Paston, Norfolk  |  Merryn Henderson http://www.rentaquill.co.uk